In this post: First day impressions; Bongoyo island
It turns out that Dar is a beautiful city in the daylight, though perhaps not in the traditional North American sense. It has a certain appeal that I find incredibly intriguing. Many of its buildings look run-down, with dirty walls and flaking paint. Every available piece of useable space on, in or around a building seems like it is being used to sell something. But buildings do not a city make, and its really the people that make this a special experience. The hustle and bustle of people going about their business is impressive. I would liken it to the busy 5 minutes between classes on a university campus, or Walmart on Boxing day (yeah, I know, I judge myself too). The difference is that this mix of humanity is not limited by class times or door-crashers. Oh, and the endless stream of fuming, noisy cars, trucks and heavily laden motorbikes make crossing the street a precarious game of Frogger. Gotta keep the head on a swivel walking around this city.
The people seem friendly, and I haven’t gotten as many out-right stares as I expected, but almost everyone on the street seems to have something to sell you, so we get a lot of attention for just being Mzungu (Swahili for “European”, or “white”). Some are pretty persistent in approaching you and trying to use small talk and a few jokes before pulling out paintings or leading you into their shop. All fairly harmless as long as you politely make it clear that you aren’t interested in the pink or the green loufa they’re hawking (perhaps the weirdest thing I saw today). There are also those unlucky few who have to resort to begging: men with amputated legs or crippled from polio, walking on their hands to knock on a taxi window for spare change. The disparity is great, but the city is vibrant and energetic.
You’ll be happy to learn that call to prayer didn’t actually blare through our windows today, which was particularly fortunate because I was sleeping like a baby after all that travel. I nixed (sp?) the jogging idea after having glanced out our 5th floor hotel room to be confronted with all of the above. Perhaps another day once I am more familiar with the city. Plus, the potholes in the sidewalks alone are enough to make a stoic runner think twice (we have a couple of those in the group: they still ran though). Our morning was spent sorting out some logistics (friendly tip: don’t travel to Africa with chips in your debit or credit cards… it’s proving a bit of a headache to access money) and then we travelled to Bongoyo Island for the afternoon, which is about 7 km north of the city by boat. Gorgeous beach, beautiful warm water and plenty of wildlife around for me to play with. The snorkelling wasn’t amazing though: only a single stand of brain coral with a dozen or so fish. Lunch there consisted of a whole BBQ’d fish, which was very tasty and I had fun playing with the skeletons afterwards (and maybe during). The weather was beautiful all day, despite seeing a little twister a couple kilometres away that was clearly whipping up the water where it touched down.
All in all, an amazing first day in Dar!
It’s supposed to rain for the rest of the weekend, so I might have time to sort out the pictures of some of the things I’ve been talking in the blog.
Tutaonana baadaye!
Am liking the writing Tristan. Giving lots of images for my mind's eye. Well what a cultural rich experience you are having. Sounds like you are feeling pretty comfortable with your new surrounds. Does your credit card have a chip? Is the whole group at the same hotel? Can't wait to see some pics. Pretty amazing that you got away to a beach on your first day.
ReplyDeleteChris, leaves tomorrow and has done a great job of the basement. He puts the doors on today. Your dad and Holly are wanting to paint it dark red down there-they are putting dibs on the space. We are thinking we go to Seattle for our Wedding Anniversary celebration but nothing is in b&W so we'll see if it happens.
xo Mom
Take some artsy pics of just the peeling paint, or a group of squatting friends or doors, vendors wares-give us a taste what is striking to you, what you see as beautiful.
Good Morning Tristan,
ReplyDeleteWithin 2 days of our 30th anniversary, & as the picture attests, looking more like your mother every day, this is in fact me, your Dad.
Thoroughly enjoying the vicarious thrill of following your blog, on so many levels.
Firstly, this is a side of you I have rarely appreciated since you started reading sciences & quit writing essays. Flowing, flowery prose, with nary a chemical equation in sight. Finally, I can relate!
Of course, reading your experiences within hours of your having them is almost like being there, but without having to endure the awful smells. Can't wait for the pictures - interesting challenge of how to expose for black skin while surrounded by white buildings.
Primarily, though, I'm still basking in the afterglow of being mentioned in the same sentence as two of my all time heroes - Attenborough AND the BBC. I shall now die a happy man. You're OK with me sending your blog to just about everyone I've ever known, right?
Hope you're sloughing off the jetlag & will enjoy your Sunday - better luck finding more coral & fish.
Love, Dad
PS Nan says thanks to you & Susan (Hi Susan) for the birthday brooch. She says she might just buy a computer to keep up with you